why have you left without saying goodbye?
thought you said you would always be near.
people keep saying to move on, i try,
but it's your ghost that i see in the mirror.
you have something to say, but i'll never know
because there's six feet of separation
i swear it's you i see when all alone
but the shadows stir imagination
and when i forget, and i try to call
i'm reminded with deafening silence
you know, nothings the same, nothing at all
because it's a world void of you existence
               and whether it's real or all in my head
               none of it really matters
                    you're still dead.